[Delia Darling]

 *Immediately following Climax Control*

The curtains fly open as Delia and Liz rush through them, laughing as they are breathing heavily.  They quickly walk off to the side, proud of themselves after the sneak attack on Misty.  Mercedes Vargas comes back, sighing with a bit of a laugh as she turns to look back through the curtains, admiring her handiwork.  Veronica and Holly both look as if they are more mad that their hair is messed up than anything.  Angelica pushes the curtain to the side and waves it off like none of what just happened was a big deal.  She kindly holds it open, only to allow it to smack Tessa in the face as she comes through.  Tessa waves the curtain off of her, glaring over at Angelica before walking over toward the catering table.  She grabs water and pops a pill into her mouth as she quickly chases it with the water.  She gasps as she lets it settle in for a second before taking another small sip of water, wiping it away from her mouth.

Tessa:  That was amazing, ladies.  We really showed them basics how we do this, yeah?

Angelica rolls her eyes as Tessa leans against the table, showing off her seductive side a bit with how she spreads herself out.  Tessa glares at Angelica as she turns away, giving her a quick middle finger in a flash, biting her bottom lip in anger.  She looks down at her wrist watch which is buried under her dozens of random bracelets, somehow spotting the time through all of it.

Tessa:  Bloody fuckin’ cunt…

Angelica:  Ummm, what did you say?

Tessa:  I said um, stunt cock…

Angelica raises an eyebrow as she stares at Tessa for a second before holding a hand up in the air, turning back to face the other Mean Girls.  Tessa sticks her tongue out and then turns back to the table, picking up a cookie, snapping off a piece as she places it in her mouth.  Delia walks up to her, glancing back at the other Mean Girls as she leans against the table, next to Tessa.

Delia:  You know… you might want to slow down on z’e junk food, darling. Your stomach isn’t as flat as it used to be…

Delia takes the cookie from Tessa’s hand, making sure that no one else sees her as she takes a bite from the cookie.  She sets the half eaten cookie on the table cloth as Tessa rolls her eyes.  Delia slowly saunters off.

Tessa:  Ye stupid fucking bitches… I don’t know why I hang out with ye…  Ye don’t appreciate a thing I do.

Tessa sighs as the girls all walk off, hearing the medical team approaching.  They all laugh as they leave Tessa on her own.  This isn’t something uncommon, so she just ignores the gesture.  She sees the curtains fly to the side as the foes of the evening file through the curtain.  Tessa curses under her breath as she looks from side to side, seeing no clear exit.  She ducks under the table, using the sheer table cloth to hide herself.

“These girls are so out of hand.  They need to be dealt with quickly.”

“What do you think *wince* I was trying to do.  It isn’t like any of you wanted to make a stand before. You just let them walk all over the division.”

Tessa holds her breath as she listens to the words, while the voices are not distinguishable.  The words continue to flow from the mouths of the ladies, but as they get further away, Tessa can’t hear anything.  She peeks her head from under the table, but notices that the stagehands are starting to bring equipment through the curtains.  She quickly ducks back under the table, afraid of having someone spot her under the table.  Surely they would think she was strange.

Tessa:  They left me, again… Tessa, yer always the afterthought.  Ye were never a priority for Mickey.  Ye was forgotten about by yer own mum.  Yer dad didn’t give two shits about ye.  Why should yer friends be any different?

Tessa pounds her fist against the ground angrily as she hugs onto her knees.  She lets her wavy blonde hair fall down over her face, cascading down her knees as she sighs with indignity.  Once again, she finds herself sitting alone, even though she’s technically with the “premier” stable in the Bombshell Division.

Tessa:  C’mon happy pill. Do yer magic before I start crying under a table, on a filthy concrete floor, again… Yeah, ye heard me. I said again.  They got their newest toy, so they don’t give a shit about ye.

Tessa gives in to the depressing idea of being alone, and she begins sobbing into her knees.  After a few seconds of this, a loud text alert breaks her concentration.  She reaches into her pocket, fumbling around until she pulls her phone out of her pocket.  She wipes a few strands of her wild hair out of her face, seeing a text message from Delia, reading “Where are you darling?? We thought you were right behind us…”  Tessa stares at it for a second before smacking herself upside her head, letting a chuckle out.  She wipes her hair out of her face, taking a few tears with it.  She shakes her head from side to side as she begins responding.

Tessa:  Tessa love… maybe yer as crazy as they say ye are. The Jealous Janis girls was on their way back so they had to split quick.

Tessa smiles as she sends the message.  No sooner than it sends does another text come through.  She is amazed at how quickly Delia responded to her, but is dumbstruck when she reads the message. “I’m thirsty and Angelica still doesn’t have her water either”.  Tessa scoffs, clinching the phone in her hands angrily as she growls.  She acts as if she is going to chuck the phone across the floor, but she takes a deep breath.  The pill is kicking in as she relaxes.  Her legs slowly lay flat on the ground.  She slides down onto the floor comfortably, not caring any longer.  She tucks her arms under her face as she gets comfortable.  However, this doesn’t last long as someone stumbles over her legs, falling down against the ground.  Tessa winces in pain and grunts weakly as her emerald eyes flutter open.  She stares directly into a pair of blue eyes as a scruffy man feels around on the ground for something, papers raining down on him.

Tessa:  Oi, mate. Can’t ye tell I’m trying to take a nap here?

Man:  I can see that, but um… can I ask why you’re doing it in the middle of the floor?

Tessa just groans in response as she rolls over onto her back.  She can’t be bothered to respond right now.  He finally finds a pair of black rimmed glasses, placing them on his face again.  He stares around at the papers spread all over the floor and he begins gathering them.

Man:  Well, I’m sorry for disturbing your nap… Tessa?

Tessa nods her head as she decides to help him gather his papers.  She picks up about three of them without moving from her spot.  He reaches a hand down to her, offering to help her up.  She wiggles from under the table before accepting the hand.  He pulls her up quickly, with less effort than even he expected.  She stumbles into his arms awkwardly, letting out a light giggle as she places the three papers into his arms.

Tessa:  Umm… here’s your stuff er whatever… cute paper guy.

Man:  â€œCute paper guy”?  Seriously?  That’s the lamest attempt at flirting I’ve ever heard, and obviously I attract the awkward girls, so that says a lot.

He flashes her a playful smirk.  Tessa waves him off and turns around.  She dusts herself off before bending over to pick up a few more pieces of paper.  He picks up the remainder as they bump back into each other.

Man:  You know, we really need to stop meeting this way…

Tessa:  Yeah, we do.  Why do ye keep bumping into me, masic one?

Man:  Masic?  Wow, it doesn’t sound any less generic with a British accent.

Tessa rolls her eyes, getting her Mean Girl attitude back.  Even with his goofy smirk signifying that he is joking, it doesn’t make a difference as she snatches a few bottles of chilled water from the table, ready to walk off.

Man:  Well okay, um… sorry for bumping into you.  By the way, you might want to take one of these.

Tessa:  Ye know what?  I’ve suddenly run outta fucks to give tonight.  Let Delia Fuckin’ Darling get her own fucking memorandums…

Man:  You probably could have littered that with a few more “F Bombs” Ms. Flannigan. But no, you’re on the card this week, so I’m obligated to give you one specifically.  However, I will let the other Mean Girls get their own fucking memorandums…

He chuckles at his own quip as Tessa’s brows furl in confusion.  She snatches the paper from his hand and glances down at it.  She notices the typical Holly Wood being accompanied by a thousand unnecessary people, coming to a screeching halt when she sees that she and Angelica are teaming up to face Misty in a Handicap Match.

Tessa:  Bloody ‘ell mate!  Ye wasn’t jokin’ was ye?  I… I… I don’t wrestle though.

Man:  Well you do this week, don’t you?

Tessa:  Must be a typo, yeah?  Surely they meant Delia and Liz?  Or Delia and Veronica?  Or anyone but me?

The man shrugs, though the expression on his face says otherwise.  He runs his fingers over the dark stubble on his face.  She shakes her head from side to side slowly as she re-reads the paper about a hundred more time.

Man:  Well, good luck to you, Tessa.  I’d be more afraid of having to team with the bosses piece of ass than facing Misty.  That piece is a frigid bitch.

Tessa:  Hey!  That’s one of me mates ye know?

Man:  Right, um… sorry?

Tessa flashes him a smirk, giggling.  He is surprised by this, but quickly joins in the laughter.  She flips her hair out of her face, flashing him a sultry stare which makes the semi awkward dork squirm a little, a few beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Tessa:  So, ye seem to know a lot about me.  I don’t even know yer name, love.  Why don’t ye share it with me?

Man:  Oh, um…

Angelica:  Girl, there’s gonna be a war in the locker room if you don’t appear in there with two waters like five fricken minutes ago…

Angelica has a hand on her hips as she snaps her fingers at Tessa.  She looks over to the man standing there.  She rolls her eyes and then scoffs at him.

Angelica:  Jeffrey, how many times do I have to tell you.  Your awkward sweaty forehead needs to be covered up.  That’s like sexual harassment and it’s weird.  Masic be gone…

Jeffrey, as he has come to be known, chuckles nervously as he stares back down at the floor.  He shuffles a few of the papers around, handing one to Angelica.

Jeffrey:  Oh, um, sorry…

Angelica:  Why are you handing this to me?  Tessa already has one…  Kay thanks byeeee…

Angelica tosses the paper behind her without giving it one single glance.  She rips the bottle of water out of Tessa’s hand and unscrews the cap, taking a long drink from it.  Tessa goes to speak, and Angelica stops her with a hand to the face.  Tessa bites onto her bottom lip, taking one last glare at the paper.  Suddenly, a satisfied grin comes over her face as she looks down at the ground to hide it.  However, even if Angelica can’t see it, we can all see the joy that Tessa feels, knowing how badly Angelica will react when she sees the news…
[*Fade*]

We fade into a gymnasium where a wrestling ring is set up.  Inside, we can see the blonde Tessa Flannigan standing opposite an unknown female grappler.  Angelica is seen in a black sports bra and a pair of small salmon pink shorts.  She is standing on the outside of the ring as Tessa runs up to the girl.  The girl goes for a Clothesline, but Tessa ducks under it, catching her with the back of her boot in the face.  Angelica nods her head in approval.  As the girl stumbles backward, Tessa grabs onto her hair and drops down to the mat, bringing the girl down with her.  Tessa untangles her fingers from her opponent’s hair and wraps her legs around their neck, wrenching it.  Angelica claps her hands loudly.

Angelica:  You’re doing great, Tessa.  You two stand up and go at it again.  Valerie, please don’t hold back on her. I wanna make sure she’s ready to team with me on Sunday.

Valerie nods her head, but the expression on her face says that she hasn’t been taking it easy.  Tessa smirks, proud of herself as Angelica scoffs.  This makes Tessa rolls her eyes, not letting it get to her.  She claps her hands together before rubbing them.  She leans down and sizes Valerie up.  She adjusts the straps on her black boots, waving her hair behind her before she charges forward.  Valerie lifts Tessa up, but Tessa surprises us all as she wraps her legs around Valerie’s neck, bringing her down to the mat with a Leg Scissors Take Down.  Angelica scoffs once again as Valerie skids across the ring.  Tessa drops down and locks on a Camel Clutch as Angelica runs her nails across the canvas in annoyance.

Angelica:  That was the sloppiest Head Scissors I’ve ever seen, Tess. And that Camel Clutch is so basic… I didn’t even teach it to you.

Tessa:  Yeah, Mickey did a while ago.

Angelica: I don’t need to hear about your gross sexual escapades, kay?  Just do the moves that I taught you…

Angelica rolls her eyes as Tessa lets go of the Camel Clutch hold.  Valerie takes in a deep breath, wiping her hands across her forehead to remove the beads of sweat.  Tessa fixes her hair as she looks down at Angelica.  She has a bit of a snarky expression etched on her face as she walks back to her corner.

Tessa:  Angie, yer majesty, what move should I work on next?

Angelica is clearly annoyed as she runs a finger across her forehead, moving a few strands of stray hair out of her face.  She laces her fingers together as she looks up at the ceiling.  Turning around, she slowly lowers her head to stare at Tessa, opening her mouth for a second before speaking.

Angelica: That will be all for now, Tessa… You’re wasting Valerie’s time, and my time, so go hit the showers please?  And spray some Veronica’s Secret on you because you smell like shit…

Tessa moves her hands as she mimics Angelica’s complaining.  Angelica crinkles her nose before flipping her hair over her shoulder.  She turns away as Tessa hears her phone alerting her of a text message.  She quickly hops out of the ring and walks over to a black gym bag sitting on the bench to the side.  She pulls her phone out and scrolls a finger across the screen.  She smirks and then looks over to Angelica.

Tessa:  Nice job, Angie… Ye forgot to tell me that the Delia and Liz was heading to New York, and Delia’s wondering why I’m not there.  Yer attempts at sabotage as pathetic, sweets…

Angelica’s brows furl in anger as she simply scoffs at the notion.  Tessa flips her hair, clearly over the hard feelings from Sunday evening.  She blows Angelica a kiss before taking her bag to the shower room.  Valerie rolls outside of the ring and wraps an arm around Angelica.

Valerie:  Why are you being so hard on her?  For a beginner, she’s doing great.

Angelica:  Because I don’t deal with less than the best anymore.

Valerie:  Is that why you don’t invite me to your room with Mark anymore?

Angelica rolls her eyes and flings Valerie’s arm off of her.  She walks over to a mirror and begins to run her fingers through her hair before kicking the wall next to the mirror.

Angelica:  Whatever… She wants to give me lip, and now you do too? Go take a shower, but don’t try any moves on her. She’s got enough problems without you trying to confuse her…

Valerie:  Nah, that girl is crazy for the D, I can tell.  But she’s got a set on her…

Angelica spins on her heels quickly, letting her hair flare out behind her, resting beautifully on her shoulders as she points to the locker room area with a scowl on her face.

Angelica:  Now!  Leave me alone, both of you…

Angelica rolls her eyes as she reaches into the waist band of her shorts, pulling out her phone.  She quickly dials her phone and then places it against her ear as she paces back and forth.  A familiar voice answers on the other end.

Delia:  Yes?

Angelica:  Why didn’t you make sure I knew we were going to New York?  I’m not even packed, and I’ve been training this… useless little girl again…

There is a soft yawn on the other end as Delia seems a little tired.  Angelica’s eyes widen as she leans forward a bit, waiting for a response as if Delia could see her.  Finally, Delia sighs and rustles against the phone.

Delia:  Because we’re not going to New York today… Liz, myself, and Tessa are, right after we have lunch at Vince’s Bistro.

Angelica:  What?  Vince’s sounds so good right now. Let me change and…

Delia:  No, no, no, no, no…. what part of z’at sounded like an invitation? We’re going to be in a hurry to get to z’e airport afterward, soooo…..

Angelica scoffs yet again, as if that’s all she knows how to do anymore.  She shakes her head from side to side, letting her hair fly around as she tries to muster up a response.  Finally, one comes squeaking out.

Angelica:  Buh-buh-but… What are you saying?  I can’t come?  What the FUCK, Delia?

Delia:  Sorry bout it… I figured you would have plans wi’s Veronica since you two are z’e founders of Mean Girls and all…

Angelica:  Oh, that’s really fricken cute, Deelz… Because Veronica said that we’re the leaders, you’re going to hold some childish grudge against me?  As if you weren’t doing the same thing to her, taunting her.  There is NO leader, and we all accepted that.

Delia yawns once more as we can hear her moving around on the other end.  She seems to have lost interest in the conversation as she is busy preparing for her trip.

Delia:  Oh your jealousy is so ugly and basic, darling.  Go sit wi’s z’e Jealous Janis girls if you’re going to be like z’at.

Angelica:  Ugh! Ga-ross!  I just don’t know why you say you want us to do more stuff together, and then suddenly, you forget how to tell me when things are going on?

Delia:  Really, Angie?  I have just been so busy wi’s Liz, and showing Mercedes z’e ropes, and keeping Tessa off of z’e ledge wi’s her depression…

Angelica’s eyes lower to the ground as she clinches her jaw.  Rightfully she can’t say anything about Tessa’s condition.  She’s already been a complete bitch to her lately, and has not helped her get better.  The fact that she can’t say anything upsets her more as she stomps the ground, throwing a very visible yet silent tantrum.  She all but drops the phone as Delia lets out a long winded sigh.

Delia:  Well, since Tessa is getting cleaned up, I guess I’ll pack my own bags. I really must be going darling, kiss kiss…

Angelica:  But…

*Click!*

The phone disconnects before Angelica can object any.  She sighs and leans against the wall, dropping to a seated position.  As she is about to bury her head in her lap, Valerie comes out of the locker room, still clothed.  She goes to grab onto her duffel bag before noticing Angelica sitting on the ground.  She carries it over and drops it next to Angelica, startling her.  She rolls her eyes and sighs as Valerie takes a seat next to her on the ground.

Valerie:  What’s the matter, Angie?

Angelica:  Ummm, nothing?  Go shower, you smell…

As Angelica tries to dismiss Valerie, it only makes the girl seem even more concerned.  She forces out a laugh to try to make Angelica feel more comfortable.  She places a friendly hand on Angelica’s shoulder and then runs it up her neck to tilt her chin up.

Valerie:  I know better than that, girl… I know you a lot better than most, and I can tell that something is bothering you. What is it?

Angelica:  Tessa is her bitch!

Angelica shouts this out as she turns away from Valerie, completely shrugging her off.  Valerie sighs, allowing Angelica to have her moment.  She just sits there quietly as Angelica begins to speak in a tone that suggests that she’s hurt.

Angelica:  That’s higher ranking than me.  Whether we admit it, she is the queen, and we’re just her crew.  We’re a back drop, every one having their place.  Mercedes is the new play toy, Liz is the project set to take Delia’s throne, Veronica is the bitchy model, Holly is the drag queen, and Tessa is the bitch.  She books the flights, the hotels, plans the calendar, and everything else while I’m just left out in the cold.  I founded this group with Veronica, you know. Yet, all of these new girls are coming in and trashing it. I’m so sick of it!

Angelica finally turns back to face Valerie, a few tears streaming down her face.  She quickly wipes them away, smearing her make up slightly.  She sniffles and then pounds her fist against the ground angrily, clinching her teeth.

Angelica:  I’m the trainer, but how often do we use this shitty gym she bought?  Like never… This is the first time in months that anyone has been here.  All of these new girls are stealing the spotlight, and I’m left with like no role at all.

Tessa:  Maybe ye should try being less of a twat and we’d wanna hang out with ye more often?

Angelica glares over toward the door where Tessa is seen walking out with her hair wrapped up in a towel.  She doesn’t seem too happy hearing any of this either as she drops her gym bag on the ground.  She is half dressed in a Sex Pistol’s tank top and strategically tattered jeans.  She lets her damp blonde hair fall from the towel as she waves it around, getting the messy look she prefers.

Angelica:  You’re lucky I don’t care what you think, or else I’d show you how to really move in that ring.

Tessa:  No worries… Ye get to show me on Sunday while we’re beating Misty’s arse into the mat.  Or, I can while ye try to weasel yer way outta the match, yeah?

Tessa gives a playful wink, but Angelica doesn’t see the humor in her comments.  She pulls herself up from the floor and dusts herself off.  She scoffs and flips her hair as if it were no big deal.  She narrows her eyes at Tessa and sniffs the air.

Angelica:  I thought I told you that you smelled like shit, and could use some Veronica’s Secret perfume…

Tessa:  I would snap back at ye, but now that I know yer just jealous of me, I might be nice to ye…

Angelica:  There’s a better chance that I would kiss Misty’s ass, than being jealous of you… At least she’s accomplished something.

Tessa narrows her eyes at Angelica as she leans down, looking at her.  Her emerald eyes are on fire as she looks Angelica directly in the eye.

Tessa:  Ye got some respect for Misty?  The woman who attacked ye on Sunday?  The one who ye cracked a back over her back?  Or are ye just afraid of her cause ye could never beat her?

Angelica:  Oh fuck you!

Tessa:  Fuck me?  Fuck you, Angie!  It’s the truth, and I already know yer gonna try to throw me under the bus if we lose.  That’s why I stepped it up today.  I’m gonna keep yer streak with Misty in tact, or I’m gonna take the win and prove that yer nothing.  Now, ye can stop being a twat and help me, or move outta me way luv…

Angelica’s eyes are now also on fire as Tessa flings her hair back.  It is her time to show the world that she’s not just the Mean Girls lap dog.  But Angelica can’t seem to see things her way.  She jumps up and wraps her fingers in Tessa’s hair, swinging her from side to side as lioness roars are heard in the background.  Valerie jumps up and begins beating on her chest like a monkey as drums beat louder and louder in the background.  Both girls get move vicious until Angelica rips Tessa’s hair out, chunk by chunk until…

Music stops, and Angelica just nods her head, looking up at the angry Tessa.  Angelica smiles sweetly and nods her head.

Angelica:  Right.  No matter how we feel about one another, there’s no way we’re going to lose to Misty.  We’re going to beat her, so don’t you dare talk about anything else…

Tessa looks confused as Angelica walks over to her.  She wraps her arms around Tessa in a hug as Valerie looks completely and utterly confused.  Angelica gives Tessa a tight squeeze before looking into her eyes once more.

Angelica:  I’m sorry for calling you a gap toothed bitch… It’s not your fault you’re so gap toothed…

Tessa sticks her teeth out, running a finger across her front teeth, confused as Angelica hugs her again.  Tessa gently wraps an arm around Angelica and gives her a few lights pats as the scene cuts.
[*Fade*]